I see that candlelit window in the fleeting house from two perspectives in my mind's eye, first from the perspective of a lonely night traveller through unknown country whose heart is lifted, even from far off, by the sight of a light in a window, welcoming and consoling; and second from the interior perspective of the one waiting by the fragile light inside the fleeting house.

(It is in the context of the unpredictable and uncontrollable shiftings and reversals of those basic points of perspective that I would gratefully see such communications as these.)

So nice of you to use my Photo. The day was ebbing and it was so hot it was like a portal in time to be in the cool of that room and watch the light move, flash then fade into the evening which was gently infused with the cricket's song.

I quoted your book John's Heart also on a Facebook site.The only copy I have I send to a girl, in Charleston.

what's funny- the text is dutifullyrecorded on Facebook (save Aram) (is a real person) on a website -wants a grove- (I changed it ) yet in pasting it to your site, the text changed, mercifully, I think, quite unbeknownst to my design. Thanks for your friendship.

again you left a map for me to start a treasure hunt... and i'm here reading this stunning work... taking in the beauty shared... a life lives in a moment...the theme of light and shadow and the way they play with each other (:D) is one of my favorites...